( Louis cannot conceive of loving anything as much as he loves Lestat, much less a sofa. But before he can embarrass himself by being too earnest and saying so, Lestat's hands are on his shoulders, and Louis' thoughts are fully occupied by the thrill of that firm grip. His heart skips and he sits up straighter, sucking in a small breath of surprise — and it's another, very different sort of surprise when Lestat's question sounds so oddly sincere.
Louis leans back, back, finally craning his neck so that he can get a glimpse of Lestat above him. )
You have. Very well-behaved.
( He touches Lestat's hand on his shoulder. )
If I didn't know better, I would think you've been domesticated.
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Louis leans back, back, finally craning his neck so that he can get a glimpse of Lestat above him. )
You have. Very well-behaved.
( He touches Lestat's hand on his shoulder. )
If I didn't know better, I would think you've been domesticated.